grins vs. philosophy

    Ha ha ha, i can't stop giggling.. and with that chuckle we break through our lungs, impedimenting our breath, and we then break up into a laughter. That's what happens when we hear something really funny. we ought to spread that to the tiniest creature that comes our way. And sprinkling grins in all the hooks and corners of our surroundings.Surmising that thing for some time and then flushing it into the deep gloomy ocean of memories, sometimes non-volatile. And most of the time its just burlesque or farcical. That hits and conquers just the epidermal part of our  body. Maybe sometimes clenching the nerves,but just a rare case.

     But the inner core remains untouched. That the folk can't touch our intimate diligence. That it is not always sympathetic to us. That it is not at all vital for a better life. That cannot content up with the vital values, instead just provide nostalgic entertainment, sometimes even time spoiling. That cannot play with our hearts, that cannot nudge our souls and inspire for betterment.

     But there are certain things that are invaluable to us. That leave a deep impact on us. A meristematic kind that springs up into whole of our beefcake. That clenches the nerves, creating goosebumps, fondling our hearts and our souls. Speeding into our cerebral hemispheres, enlivening us to become someone and hold our own among others. And then becoming a volatile part our ROM. Such gospels become vitalities of life. Grooming us into a new face of ourselves. Effecting every part of our physique.

     Aforementioned dopes gift us with good values. That relates itself to the history of life, to the meremost particles of life. That aims to the betterment of the cycle of life and death. That's enough to shake the largest of creatures. That licks us with a spoonful of smile. The fact that is philosophical, not always related to God but related to human or animal life. That creates a typical feeling in our hearts. As if the nerves try to pop out and start up a tango.

     Aforesaid talks are always effective then the comedies. So if a we love kidding movie tapes, then such burlesque things can bring a laugh on our faces, but when it comes to something philosophical then such things can bring a smile on our faces. And smiles are always more meaningful then the broader laughs. the widths differ inversely to the intensities. The intense smiles mean that the particular piece has reached deep into your soul. And for sharing grins, we do need someone. But for philosophies our ownself is more then sufficient. Our inner core smiles and thus, i always feel that philosophical affairs are perpetually more persuasive then the grinful ones.  

busy

   The every moment that i breathe, that very moment i am busy. Working and thinking of all my irons that are in the fire. of not being like a drudge but a brain teaser though sometimes a body work. My full plate just permits me to concentrate on my work. So i just get no time for a leisury relief. I just hustle over my work every now and then and when one of the tasks accomplishes then comes a sudden abrupt thought of the several pending works.
   Then when a tremor spreads over me that an accomplished errand wasn't actually completed, then comes a feeling of uselessness, a feeling of having wasted the whole block of time and then more of wastage on contemplating on the incomplete job. but for sake the next couple of time i do get into my rhythm. and ten i again crack my brain over the pending agendas.
    And if once for leisure i spend my time of for one of my hobbies then the next very moment i cry over the lost time. then again i waste up over crying but once again i get into my errand. i just feel i need to be helped out but the very next second i feel i shall dig out everything on my own, for its beneficial to me a last.

     So i do feel to curse myself for having set many fishes to fry but for the same i do feel a pinch of pride, for having done such a hip of work. And no more am an abecedarian or an apprentice to all this, so now this busy schedule has become a part of my routine. And following the routine is what life is. So being busy has become a part of my life like the daily bread. so now i do work diligently, hoping that soon all my errands would accomplish and soon i will breathe in a pink of relief. 

ego

    Oh that little creature is truthfully egoistic..or that little creature thinks just of her/his own self.. These are the words that we get to hear time and again. One says that the other is egoistic. But nowadays i think its the fault of the mirrors. that one cannot figure out ones own mistake. Every living human is egoistic. Before thinking the group benefits one thinks the benefits of his own self.

     Can't these mirrors stop lying. Can't they reflect the original image of ones character. Why does each human think twice of his own benefit. Why does an individual get hurt up, as soon as some thing less beneficial is to be summoned. Why does every person in this universe feel a pinch of pride for every little task.

     Though thinking too much of one self, one always blames the other person to be egoistic. Each person has a kind of respect for ones own self. And it is not at all a wrong thing, as everyone is gifted with certain self respect. But the self respect should not exceed its limits for it can make one selfish and egoistic. If once some discussions lead to a sort of conflict, we individuals don't even try to fix up the the situation. Our soul and our heart feels that the particular apology might effect our own ego and that leads to the sawing down of the toughest of bonds in just a second. The filaments of relationship untie just of the egoistic nature of the two.

     But ego is something that is inbornt. The human nature like wise provokes the feeling of selfishness and the one who fights up such feelings always shines like the brightest stars in the firmament. What we need to develop is a spirit, a true love for others and the most important thing, we shall never ought to make big bones. when we win over our egoism than we can proportionally win over the night like darkness from our character and the success will tend to be nigh than our cells. We would be liked and loved by the people around us for no one in the world ever like swaggering personalities. It would also help in creating a peaceful environment for we would be satisfied, though we seem to be duller than someone other than us.

     Ego is something that can create borders in the horizon of knowledge that seems to be fully achieved. If one does not gasconade and boast of ones abilities and be humble and learn with mindset of an abecedarian, than one can intellect the best with the available knowledge and also succeed to become a better human.

wow ! it's me.

     so right from today itself, we must spit out the muddy ego off from our soul and bring in the humbleness. but at the same time we must keep in mind that self respect is equally vital. so we must try to behave like a novice and always accept our wrong doings and kick the word ego from our dictions.

the finest part of navratri

Yippee! As we all yell, greeting the arrival of the finest of fests- navratri. The festival that enchants the colors of the rainbow in a very glittering and gorgeous manner. That it adds the brightest of lights to the dark horrifying nights. That it spreads joy all round the corner. That it begins with the all time vital girlish hobby for it begins with the choosing of beautified dresses that can rock the box office, i.e., the garba plane. And that culminates with a tiring yet scornful drench into the sudation that occurred the last nights.

 The ennead witching hours when the slothful sluggards too hop up their legs with the most energetic of the ways. When every specimen dances with the finest of steps and worships the matajis with the mightiest of techniques. When every person swirls round and then claps and then hops as if a kangaroo. When each person enjoys his own treat from the emporium that adds up to the grace of the fest. When crowds adorn the street till late hours. That the environment round becomes spruce and wonderful.

   The fest that is intimate among the Gujarati and Bengali crowds. That is meant for the worship of the esteemed Goddess Jagdamba. That merry songs are sung in her worship in a gigantic manner. That the people celebrate this festival with utmost ravishing whirls. And this very carnival adds up to the bewitch catalogues of Indian galas that are celebrated round the country including some pieces of the world. So this navratri enjoy and crumble all the sorrows under the extreme effect of the eagerly- waited carnival.

     Wish you all A very happy navratri!!

   

  

Felix Baumgartner

Statistics of the Freel fall of Felix Baumgartner: (On 14th October 2012)

Preliminary figures (awaiting official record data)
Altitude reached: 128,097
Total time from jump to landing: 9 min. 3 seconds
Freefall duration: 4 min. 19 seconds
Speed: 1137 km per hour
Tags: Red Bull Stratos, landing, Felix Baumgartner

Acknowledgement: http://www.redbullstratos.com/blog/

Felix's live press conference after the freefall

to watch click here
http://www.redbullstratos.com/live/

Felix Baumgartner's freefall

  I made history...he did tweet this...he jumped from about 24 miles above the ground....the most amazing thing was that after the great freefall he was completely in his senses...and to talk of the technology...it was just fantastic...the moment he landed a sigh of relief spread all over the cab of the experts as well as we the spectators...the whole fall right from the first step was telecasted live on the net...

  but the worst part was that i had to watch it on the net n the indian news channels were busy in some other unneccessary political chat telecasts...the hopeless channels didn't even bother to share the breaking news for the day....but at least IBN's contribution towards the spectatorial aid was really mentionable...though on the net..

    Felix Baugartner is someone who can be compared with Hanuman who fictionally reached the sun for the sake of having the largest mango...and when Hanuman returned, he could be similized with Felix....so Baumgartner's freefall can be compared to hanuman's returning after the misunderstanding or whatever we can call it..but this really proves that the olden mythology might be true..

    but the first question that hits my brain is that am i in my senses... am i in the dreams...whats the matter..i pinch up myselves everytime i think of this unimaginable happening...does Baumgartner come under the heading homo sapiens...wasn't Felix scared to perform such an act...did Felix think twice before jumping...how would he have felt at that time...was he in his senses...i am as puzzled as every guy in this universe....

      but whatsoever we ask that guy...will he have the time to answer such stupifying questions...who knows...but the busy guy's will and strength is something of which he can make big bones of...the down to the earth formula one racer is just like Alice in the Wonderland..

Dis..ease...why??

   we say.Oh no i have amoebiasis. why does this amoeba spread disease?? that's the point of thinking.but i have a solution for all those freaking questions. a logical answer.though a bit illogical.

    when the little amoeba baby is born. unlike us they first have to visit the graveyard with their twin sibling. and cry like we do. but why do they have to go to the grave??  because its their mother who dies as soon as they are born. its their mother who sacrifices her life for her young ones. but why does she die every time?? because amoeba reproduces  by binary fission. binary fission is preceded by first the division of the nucleus. followed by the division of cytoplasm and at last the division of the whole cell. so the mother cell divides. which means the mother dies. so that the baby amoeba could be born.

     a great sort of sacrifice. but it shows the mother's love for the baby.the way she sacrifices herself is just fabulous. for she dies for the birth of her child. so every amoeba child has to cry over the death of mother amoeba. isn't it so sad for the little creatures??but we never feel affectionate cause these creatures are the cause for our unhealthiness.

        but now why does a child spoil?? of course for either the child is an orphan or the child's parents just don't care for the child. a spoiled child is a nuisance for the surroundings. much the same way these amoebas are spoiled. as their mother die before their birth. so they are to spread evil deeds. and so the spoiled amoeba spread disease.

         so why to curse the helpless amoeba. its not their fault. nor its their mother's fault...its the deed of our creator. the supreme being-God. so cursing amoeba is cursing God.  so just don't curse the poor little creatures whenever you get a disease. the amoeba and the other little organisms have suffered a lot more than we suffer at times of diseases. so the next time you get some disease just assume that thats the way of showing the affection for the orphan amoebas and other little organisms.

        

Pain and Grief

   Oh it touched me...my lungs...my heart...my mind....and my soul...it didn't fondle..nor did it lick...it hit the hardest of splashes..scattering the heart...the mind... it did impediment my breath for a fraction of seconds...it did crunch my ribs and penetrated into my heart....it did break through my skull exactly like the 9-11 incident...

   .it did feel disgusting...i did fill my heart with hatred for its own self...it did stump my soul with an awful intention..leading to the greatest of destruction...i lost up my mind into the whole incident...and my soul...i left it into the deepest depression....it left my body a deep impact....that i cried up for hours and spent all my tears store....the awful situation drenched me with my own tears...the uncontrollable sting that i had....

    prickled up every part of my dermis...pained and stained and then i was done with my body...i gave up to every positive introspection...

    Ah! Ah! and I yelled for help.... not a physical one but a mental one....a psychiatrist who can clench my mind under his domination would have at least helped, but not with the broken heart...but every person by me was just the null air...just the brick lined wall...just...just nothing... no one to share it...the peace that i gave up...i thought will it ever replenish??

   Oh! but that's a usual thing that happens every time...every time i experience a failure...and every time as intensive as before... but every time exerting complete pain...and every time challenging new thoughts of grief that arise in me...but i have the spirit to bear it...but though i say it now...i don't know what happens in the times of bereavement....i don't know what happens...i don't know what touches me...i don't know why i cry....

Live the best of you

   Life changes every now and then. Today we are working for the cause of human rights. who knows? Tomorrow we might be the source of inhumanity. Today we are dreaming, who knows? Tomorrow these dreams might turn out to be a nightmare. Today we might be a good human, who knows? Tomorrow we might be the threat to past ourselves. Today we strive to finish our task, who knows? Tomorrow the tasks might turn out to be a joke. Today we are upto spread awareness against superstitions, who knows? Tomorrow these very superstitions may become our thinking. Today we are on the top. Who knows? Tomorrow we may rappel to the bottom. Today we find nothing impossible. Who knows? Tomorrow nothing might remain possible. Today we control our hearts and soul. Who knows? Tomorrow we might bid and sell them off. Today we are on the earth. Who knows? Tomorrow we might be the habintent of heaven.

     Who has seen the upcomings? Who knows? What is to happen next? Who knows? What our future contemplations are? Who knows what we are to be the next very moment

          We know nothing about the word of life given by god. So why to think of tomorrow, when we have the whole of today left with us. So why not enjoy today so why not live today with all our might. So why not be the best we are at the present. So why not live for today and work the hardest for the time being. No one has seen tomorrow. Who knows? The tomorrow shall never come.

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